Let's deck into the BLOODNET (Undead Version)

[lightbane]

So the lp wasn't dead after all, it's just "undead". Waiting for another update.

 

[ghostdog]

-=[X]-CALLING.ELVIS-[X]=-






Ok, I think it's time to find this almighty Zeus and give him some collar-crabbing treatment. His lair seems to be in the , uh, NY University Dormitory...

So we find a neat little room, and a cute little girl in it.

Not the place I had imagined to be the base of the "awesome" Zeus.

You're lookin' at him. You gonna fight me, Stark ?

You seem to have lost a certain intimidating quality.

Welcome to the internets Stark. The place where cutejenny16 is a 40-years old guy and almightyZeus is a 16-years old girlie.

Well, Stark, you're onto my secret. It's true, as Zeus, I'd heard about your workin' the net. I saw what you are capable of and I needed to ask your help.

But why the charade ?

Since I didn't have any large sums of money to lure you here, I thought the next best thing would be a challenge. Primitive, yes, but it works on your type of guy. All I can offer you now in exchange for your help, is information. HOT info on TransTech. Could you help a fellow Decker ?


Did she just call us primitive ? We'll take that as a compliment.

I used to go in there to grab a diversion from time to time. We all did. Their cyberadress code is practically public knowledge, SOFTBALL, and the entry code is NINJA. I know you could use the information Banks was on to. All I want is Banks back.

I'll see what I can do.


So, the Juicy info is in a well address where "all the N's are L's". Hmmm. Let's see if we can find this Banks dude.

Whoa, security is a bit tight here. Stark can't last long in this place...

And Banks is trapped inside that cage :

Slow down. Your transmission rate is too fast. My unit's parser can't keep up.

Speed is my only hope. I've been in this cage for days. Usually the company just erases your deck's memory and releases you, but they've got plans for me. My body can't sustain itself much longer and my soul matrix is decaying. They should have come for me by now. They can't just mean to kill me like this.

If the company is so much interested in Banks then he must have found something important.

No one on the outside knew you were decking ? You're that reckless, you deserve what you got. If Zeus hadn't happened across you, you'd be doomed. You still might be.

...There must be a key of some king to undo this thing. Save me. I'll make it worth your while. But hurry. I can't last more than another day.


Bah, everyone needs to be saved and they're all asking Stark. Weak bastards. Let's leave this joint...


... But as we're about to leave , we come in contact with a... VIRUS !

Seein' as your cyberego is about as big as TrasTech's hacker hit list, you gotta be the King himself.

That I am. Elvis lives in the net and he's done so much damage he can't remember it all. Of course, never wreaking havoc on the common decking man. I'm just a man on a mission for information freeedom baby.

I knew it. THE KING IS ALIVE !

What's with the modesty ? You single-handedly shut down the Manhattan Utilities Commission billing system for a full month. You were the one who added the Christmas bonus to all non-exec TransTech employees' accounts when management wwnt cheap in 92'. How's manage to stay out of TransTech's snare, anyway ?

They can't catch me man. I'm the King. Ain't nothing that can stop me.

You just let your body buy it, or is it hooked up somewhere ?

No, it's long dead. I was working alone. When I first arrived here I decided to raise a little hell. Now I've done everything I can --with real style, I might add-- and I want to get back. I've heard of your work, man. You're hot to get into TransTech. I've seen so many TransTech pigs access your file, it's like your holophone number is written on a john wall. I could help you if you could help me out into the real world again. Interested ?

Anything for the KING, baby.

Great. You download me into your decking unit, and put me in a cyborg body. I can take over it's feeble AI and get myself a hulking form to walk around in. How about downloading me now, cowboy.

Ok, download complete.

You just got yourself one bad-ass fighter who knows cyberspace like the back of his hand. Let's go.


Maranda isn't overly impressed.

But FUCK YEAH , we got the KING !!
...If we can find him a suitable body, that is. We already have an android arm and head in our possession. We'll need to find more parts.



...



So, let's go someplace else. Up to now, as you've seen, I've been moving around collecting various quests, and actually completing very few. I'm doing this mostly to save time from going back and forth (trying to keep bloodlust at low levels) and also because most quests can't be done right away. This is by far the most non-linear adventure I've played.

Anyway, I feel like paying a visit to the "Electric Anarchy" group we heard about sometime in the pevious chapters.

Surpise, surpise, the place is full of angry dudes and dudettes.

Relax, man. If you're such a big edge surfer, then why don't you do somethin' for the revolution instead of just running from it, man.

And what revolution is that ?

If you're really wanted by TransTech you'd want to put them in their place. Like us here. We believe information freedom can only be achieved by outright guerrilla tactics against the Company. Destruction of the megacorp machine we're all enslaved to.

Is that so ?

I got a little task that needs doin'. Involves knocking off a big shot TransTech pig. We got ten grand to pay you for it. We need you to hit the security director, the king of the pigs, at the Brooklyn HQ. He desrve4s to die, but none of us can get away with it. We're all recognized on their security scanners. Do this for us and you got ten grand comin'.


Hmm, now that we can enter TransTech HQ without trouble, we may just do that. Among the anarchs there's also a scrawny little kid.

Speak of the Devil.

This guy has a really charming personality.

If it's such a drag, why don't you just jump him on a government agency? Someone'll take him.

Cause he's more than just an ordinary kid. He's valuable to us. Can't tell you why. I haven't been able to beat the info out of him yet, but he'll be talking soon enough.


Stark doesn't like child beaters, but we'll leave this Nai-hilipstick scumbag alone for the time being, since we have business with the Anarchists. Like with Phree Thaught for instance.

Ah, a real Phreak. Then maybe you can help me. Ever get your hands on any top level soul boxes ? You get me one so that I can ride the dragon and I'll give you a phreaky way to get rid of TransTech pigs. Deal ?

Sure, what are you offering ?

I've got a powerful sleeping gas that will knock out a room full of people. Could come in handy for a guy like you. Bring me the soul box.


Stark would also really like one of those Dragon soulboxes, so let's hope we find two of them, because that gas will come in handy.

Yeah, maybe I worked for the Company a long time ago. And maybe they ruined my life. That would explain why I spend my days doing what I can to stick it to the megacorp.

Your story's no different from anyone else's in this city. You know i found a way to channel that hate, got my hands on some Company hardware tnat really does some damage. You interested in a bio-weapon ?

Bio-weapon ? color me interested, ma'am.

Nope. If i get one, I'll come back to you.


A gun that uses hate for fuel ? That's an awesome idea ! Instead of Wrath-ray it should be called Skyway-ray, though.


And with that, I think it's time to visit Starks old friend, Tim Goldfarb. You know the one that got his brain fried and is running around with some crazy gang.

lunatics with guns, NYC hasn't changed much. Our friend is here, but he's not the same Timmy we used to know. He sure needs a dentist.

Hate to be critical after so long, Tim, but I'm having trouble with that. A friend of mine told me that you discovered something called Morph Code. Is that right ? You're shaking you head. Good. I'll assume you understand me. Where can I find the Morph ?

Tough to, theoretical agendas, speak. My... mind's radium oatmeal fruit.

The language centers of your brain are misfiring, aren't they ? No don't answer that. Try to think about Morphs. It could be important.

Morph's toy Satan code Wilde not toy. Leave them alone Mozart fried chicken.

Stark somehow understands this gibberish.

I know they can be dangerous. Just tell me where they are located. Maybe I can help you.

Mice and Cheese. Praxis units. You must edge surf round car mountains and ICE tea to Notional Labs cluster with salamanders Mozart and address skimmehorn the monkey rack Mozart pistol.

The address, Tim. What's the address ?

Pornography and seersucker Mozart castanets.

Thanks, Wild Child. Don't worry. If I see your wife, I'll tell her that you're dead.


Stark, you're a true friend
As for the password I'll assume it's... Mozart Pornography ? We'll see.
Anyway, the Autonomy Dogs' psychotic leader has taken a notice of us.

"I just want to talk to him." "I just want to talk to him." Just want blah blah blah blah talk blah blah blah to him blah, blah. You can't do it! There's no Tim. He's Wild Child now. Runs with the Dogs. What do you want? Let me see your face. You look ethnic to me. Where are your people from? What filthy mongrel coupling do you issue from?

What, is there a filthier place than Manhattan ?

Don't try to hide from me. I can see the service jack for your neural implant. Once I cleansed the city of vermin like you, until those brown-skinned devils defiled me, made me an unholy monstrosity rather than letting me perish a natural death.

Oh yeah. You worked for the Purity Council all right.

The Council are hypocritical old women! They talk, talk, talk, talk, TALK about genetic cleansing and obscene couplings of man and machine. They shove their smug righteousness in your face, excommunicate their faithful, and then hire a man-machine like Nimrod 7 to kill for them.

So, Nimrod was hired to assassinate those who used too much machine parts on themselves. Council of purity, eh ? sooo 1984.

No one even knows if Nimrod is human or machine, or which he was first. They are weak. So weak, they must rely on a machine to do their killing, but I will show them how to fight a war. I am raising an army, freelance. I can pay you well if you will serve me. You look like you could use some money.

Who couldn't?

I can pay you 40,000 dollars for one job. A Manhattan gang known as the Hard Metals flaunts and celebrates the joining of flesh and circuitry. They are obsessed with adding more and more cybernetic attachments to their bodies. One of their number, Markus Piston, is outspoken about their way of life. He advocates it to others. I want him dead. Assassinate him and the money is yours.


40.000 is good money, but this guy is an ass. Maybe we should pay a visit to these "Hard Metals".

Tetsuo anyone ?
Uh... anyway, let's try to mingle. This dame is hanging with the rest of the Metals, but she looks bored.

So are we, in case you couldn't tell. For two grand I'll tell you where you can get some top-of-the-line stuff, some new, some used. All in good condition. First, pay up.

We pay. Maybe we can find the cyborg parts we needed for Elvis.

O.K., the guy deals behind 512 W. 64th St. Goes by the name of Strongarm Tactic. Next time I see him, I'll tell him to expect you. Nice doin' business with you.


So are there any really tough cybernetic dudes here ? This guy seems like he is.

I ain't lookin' for a fight, man, believe me.

Well, you're gonna get one. 'Cause I don't like the look of your face, pasty boy. Neither does anybody else here. You know why? 'Cause I said, that's why.

Really badass. He's close to getting his face beaten to a pulp, but I have other plans for him.

Wait a minute here. Listen, I don't wanna mess with you or that cybernetic arm of yours. Listen, if you kill me, you'd be missing out on the chance to make some real money. Think about that.

Let me see if I'm gettin' this right. You sayin' you want me to work for you?

That's right, robo-boy.

Then it's gonna cost you ten grand. Pay up now.

Damn, our money are slowly diminishing, but Tempered Steel is a pretty good member and with some cybernetic enhancements he'll be much better.

He also has a neural cannon with him. Neural cannons are always handy. I'm sure Agent Gunthar Hermann would really like one of these.



Unfortunately we have to dismiss someone and that'll be Dodger, since TS is pretty good with jury-rigging, we don't need him anyway.

Now, let's talk to this Markus Piston guy the autonomy dogs want dead. It seems that apart from mechanical prosthetics he's also into body painting. What a phrea- uh, I mean, freak.

Muscles of steel, literally, eh?

You could call it that. I'd call it difficult-to-obtain cutting edge bio-electronics.

Must take big money to support a hobby like this.

Calling it a hobby minimizes it. The merging of flesh and machine is a way of life, a calling. Cybernetics puts us in touch with function and makes us conscious of motion and form.

Some say people like the Hard Metals lose touch with what it's like to be human.

The sensors in the Haas-Peters class hand are several times as sensitive as those of a human hand. I can estimate within eight ounces the weight of any object I hold in it and count grains of sugar that rest on its surface. When I caress a lover's cheek I experience every texture, every slight undulation of her jaw line. I can adjust the hand's temperature, increase and decrease the pressure per square inch it exerts when grasping so that I can crush masonry or grip a soap bubble. If anything, the arm expands my experiences, which is why I'm prepared to offer substantial payment if you bring me a Haas-Peters model.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure he's also installed a metal penis to further "expand" his "tiny" horizons.

What are you offering?

A complete and functioning dermal filament, a light refraction unit, and 4,000 dollars transferred directly to your accounts. The money's the best I can do.


Ok, we'll keep that in mind. The guy's a loser, but I don't feel like killing him, even for 40.000$. Not to mention that Tempered Steel will leave the party. There's another Metal here, that wants to talk to us. He has a busted leg.

I'm pissed off is more like it. The bio-processors on this Ashi Subarashii are all blowin' at once. I can barely stay upright when it gets really bad. I could use a new leg, buddy. Ya got anything I can scrounge from you?

What do I look like, a dealer?

I'm not asking for any handouts. See here, I got an EMP focalizer. This is Company tech, rare as roses on the streets. I'll let you have it for a leg, any leg that's working, anything that gets me up off the ground.


That we have:

It's an EMP weapon. Damn, I have all these weapons and I don't know what to do with them. Anyhow, I think it's time to pay a visit to that prosthetics vendor and find some good cyborg parts for Elvis.

What a sleazebag. Let's see what junk he has. We'll buy a Cyborg Torso and a Spark Board.

The time has come :

We'll have to dismiss another member. With a grave heart I'll kick Lash out, he's a good pal, but he doesn't have very good stats.

CALLING ELVIS !

Fuck yeah, this guy makes Terminator+Robocop look like wusses

This, more or less, will be our final party, I think. Let's get back to the Autonomy dogs. Whoops, bloodlust has gotten to very high levels...

Yep, you guessed right. We came back here to take a bite of that righteous bastard, Sabaccatus. Say "bye bye" to 40 grand, say "welcome" to 2 gallons of hot, fresh blood.

COME TO ME LITTLE MORTAL, I'M THIRSTY

We loot and dispose of his body. No one from his gang seem to give a damn, good. But there are consequences to our choices, my friends.

Stark is has lost humanity, but the beast is satisfied. For Now.

TOBECONTINUED... sometime.





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Random graphic novel awesomeness :

 

[SCO]

This is why this game is epic.

 

[lightbane]

Awesomesauce. Just to know: there is combat in the cyberspace (and how does it work if it it is)?

 

[ghostdog]

Hmm, I'm not sure if there's any combat in c-space. I don't think I ever encountered combat in my old-playthoughs, but I never managed to finish the game. I truly don't know.

 

[Fowyr]

Skyway-ray

:D

Just to know: there is combat in the cyberspace (and how does it work if it it is)?

There is no combat in the cyberspace except final battle. And final battle has usual combat mechanic.

 

[wjw]

Continue, please do!

 

[mariog]

The game looks awesome, I'll have to try it.

Just a few questions:

- The skill system looks fairly extensive, can all the skills be used somehow during the game (maybe for different solutions to quests/puzzles?)

- In your first post you mentioned choices and consequences: are they just minor or can you significantly alter the gameplay (or the game's plot) depending on what you choose?

 

[ghostdog]

The skills are not used in conversations as far as I know, since the only choices you get during dialog is where you'll accept, or not, various propositions. But non combat skills are used when searching the area for items, when creating mechanical stuff/drugs , when buying selling, etc. As for quests/puzzles you'll have to solve them yourself, although many times you can achieve your goal in multiple ways.

C&C are mostly in the way of which side you'll take in various situations, who you'll decide to kill or not, what party members you recruit... Of course the game gives you so much freedom that you can easily screw up. As for major plot changes I'm not really sure , since I haven't actually finished it, but all the way you can do many things differently and make both enemies and friends.

 

[random_encounter]

Elvis lives! MOAR!!!

 

[Kiree]

My fellow deckers, it appears to me that this jolly good tale has not been updated quite as recently as it should. Indeed, I do believe it's time to ask for MOAR!

 

[Hieromancer]

I concur. This is far too interesting a game to leave dead and forgotten in the back-alleys of Codexia. Come, Ectoplasmic Canine, surely you don't have more worthwhile activities than entertaining strangers on the innerwebs, do you?

 

[Martin]

Still a long way to go ghostdog, I compliment your stamina so far. Keep it going.

 

[Annie Mitsoda]

I concur. MOAR is needed.

 

[Angthoron]

We do indeed desire moar decking.

 

[ghostdog]

Yes, MOAR ! What is that lazy bum that made this LP doing ?

Oh, wait...





Well, I have material for a couple more chapters but after that I can't promise anything. I haven't touched the game for a long time.

 

[Zeros]

Don't drop it man! Cyberpunk lust must be satisfied by this LP D:

 

[SCO]

IF you're stuck know there are very nasty puzzles in the game, turned more so because of the horrific interface.

It's part of the fun to see your humanity go down.

 

[wjw]

/agree and tyring to reach a next page

 

[Satori (original)]

More? Even if it just is the next few chapters? :crosses fingers:

 

[ghostdog]

Is BLOODNETLP dead ? Yes it is. Can it be re-animated ? Only Dr. Herbert West knows...

 

[engy]

Is BLOODNETLP dead ? Yes it is. Can it be re-animated ? Only Dr. Herbert West knows...

Well I'll cross my fingers for it coming back and give it a good ole bump.

 

[ghostdog]

A glimpse of things that probably will never come:




[TEASE]


We take a trip to strawberry fields...

I bet John Lennon never imagined that. It's probably Yoko Ono's fault anyway.

Later we arrive at the Hellfire club

And find the ultimate vampyric sidekick. Willing and begging to serve.

At last the time comes to visit TransTech HQ... The badge does its job.

And we finally confront chief Darryl. Not only has he been a pain in the ass, not only does he have things we want, but we'll also collect a bounty on his head. 3 birds with one stone

And yes, the loot we find in TransTech is PHAT:

The best soul-box available....

A list with TransTech's most wanted... Because the enemy of my enemy is a friend

And Deidre Tackett's essence !
We can download her mind into a hot android sexslave... not all hope is lost !

...THE END


[/TEASE]

 

[Azira]

Bastard...

 

[spekkio]

Bastard...